Just let me be. That person who awaits with joy those things that patter and still delight. Who doesn’t need the bright light but will skip in damp drizzle. With soap in hand and and no need of face. That one who jumps to my ancestors’ drum without fear of past’s present or future’s veil. Who doesn’t heed to aching limbs but runs with torch burning behind him and whitest trainers flickering. Whose cowboy hat lilts to summers’ eve after hoes are downed and red earth sleeps. Until tomorrow all is well between us, all sweat will cease and we eat. together. and laugh. god bless you, my friend who asks nothing but to meet again tomorrow. they only know but here between us now, we fall into green gardens to wait for him who walks among all our days. with fluttering grace.